:16:04
[Dogs howling in the distance]
:16:09
Dismal sound, ain't it, Herbert?
:16:11
Like lost souls looking for a place to rest.
:16:14
Nothing quite as fancy, Alfred,
if you ask me.
:16:17
More like lost wolves looking for
someone to tear to pieces.
:16:20
Yeah, it's horrible, ain't it?
:16:22
They do say the howling of a dog
means death.
:16:25
In that case, half of London must be
at death's door at this minute.
:16:28
[Child screaming]
:16:29
That's no dog.
:16:31
Sounds like a child. Here, come on!
:16:36
[Ominous instrumental music]
:17:10
[Suspenseful instrumental music]
:17:17
Blood.
:17:42
Good morning.
:17:46
Why, Phyllis, what's the matter?
:17:48
It's happened. I knew it would happen.
:17:51
MARTHA: What are you talking about?
PHYLLIS: Look.
:17:55
MARTHA: The slippers are covered with mud.
PHYLLIS: Yes.
:17:57
And the hem of my robe, it's wet.
:17:59
As though I'd been walking in wet grass.